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Who: Vaati (
adarkwindblows) and Naminé (
passivepastel)
Where: Outside Gohl Outpost
When: After Vaati gets out of the hospital
Rating: R, because Vaati was totally naked on fire
Summary: Vaati's back from the dead, so Naminé is waiting for him at Gohl.
The Log:
As swiftly as they had come, the Sacraments were over. Dying was bad enough, it didn't help that his clothes had been completely ruined (fortunately he'd been able to find a not-burnt pair of pants in the hospital, as odd as it was), and his hair was now ridiculously short and just a little burnt. The agony of death had passed, but the memories would never leave. If he just closed his eyes, Vaati could still feel his skin peeling away as the fire consumed him, hear the roaring flames all around him and his own horrified screams, his lungs literally burning with each desperate breath. Even though his skin had healed, the scar across his forehead remained--19121, nineteen, chaos. A constant reminder of his part on Walter's bloodied stage. Thank Din he still had enough hair to cover it up.
With a bloodied steak knife clenched firmly in his hand and wearing nothing but a pair of worn black pants, a charred belt and what little remained of his cloak, the wind mage made his way to the Gohl Outpost. Naminé would be waiting for him there, of course. It sounded like Prydain was anything but pleased, but she was more stubborn than a mule. If he could change her mind, he would have done so in the very beginning, but now it seemed like he was stuck with her.
The Outpost slowly came into view. At least he would get his hat back soon. His head was already feeling cold.
adarkwindblows) and Naminé (
passivepastel)
Where: Outside Gohl Outpost
When: After Vaati gets out of the hospital
Rating: R, because Vaati was totally naked on fire
Summary: Vaati's back from the dead, so Naminé is waiting for him at Gohl.
The Log:
As swiftly as they had come, the Sacraments were over. Dying was bad enough, it didn't help that his clothes had been completely ruined (fortunately he'd been able to find a not-burnt pair of pants in the hospital, as odd as it was), and his hair was now ridiculously short and just a little burnt. The agony of death had passed, but the memories would never leave. If he just closed his eyes, Vaati could still feel his skin peeling away as the fire consumed him, hear the roaring flames all around him and his own horrified screams, his lungs literally burning with each desperate breath. Even though his skin had healed, the scar across his forehead remained--19121, nineteen, chaos. A constant reminder of his part on Walter's bloodied stage. Thank Din he still had enough hair to cover it up.
With a bloodied steak knife clenched firmly in his hand and wearing nothing but a pair of worn black pants, a charred belt and what little remained of his cloak, the wind mage made his way to the Gohl Outpost. Naminé would be waiting for him there, of course. It sounded like Prydain was anything but pleased, but she was more stubborn than a mule. If he could change her mind, he would have done so in the very beginning, but now it seemed like he was stuck with her.
The Outpost slowly came into view. At least he would get his hat back soon. His head was already feeling cold.